Date: Tue, 26 Dec 2017 00:09:38 -0700
From: Elyrc Caledon <elryc.caledon@gmail.com>
Subject: Joseph

[Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.  Any similarities between actual
events and the events in this story or the characters in this story are
purely coincidental. This story involves descriptions of unsafe sexual acts
between men for the purpose of erotic fantasy and is not intended to
condone such acts. If you are underage or homoerotic material is otherwise
illegal in your area, please do not continue. Author retains copyright; do
not duplicate this story without the express written consent by the
author. Comments and suggestions are welcomed by the author at
elryc.caledon@gmail.com.  The author resides in the Phoenix, Arizona,
metropolitan area.]

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*** Joseph ***

For some years now, about once every three or four months, I find myself
wandering the dimly lit hallways at the Flex spa (located near the southern
portion of the Black Canyon Hwy here in Phoenix).  Depending on the time of
the year and the season, the all-male spa can be packed with lots of men, or
the crowd can be very thin.

I go primarily just to look at men, of all ages, sizes & shapes, and to chat
with a few of the regulars.  There are a few men I look forward to seeing and
getting caught up with, one is a trucker who always has an interesting story
of his life on the road to chat about.  Otherwise butch and masculine, he has
a penchant for painting his toenails and his fingernails black.

Part of the spa's features are a nice swimming pool with lots of chairs if one
is into laying out for a tan, a Jacuzzi, steam-room and showers.  I avoid the
steam-room as I cannot tolerate the heat, but I do rinse down in the showers
just to check out the other guys.  "Public," sexual activity is prohibited,
but it does take place from time to time and I like to watch if the those
participating have no objections.

In the many years I had been visiting Flex, I had never run into anyone there
I knew from outside the spa.  But during a recent visit, that suddenly changed.

I usually rent a room (if available) and I was lucky enough to secure a room
for the evening as the spa was fairly busy.  There was a good mix of men, lots
of skinny twinks, many too thin with glittering eyes that whisper of illicit
drugs, a fair amount of 30 to 40 somethings, and a smattering of guys about
my age, in their mid 50's and beyond.  And of course, a few really elderly
men, well into their 70's who tend to plod about with pot bellies hanging down
with rather morose expressions on their faces.

I was returning to my room after rinsing down in the showers, with a towel
wrapped around my waist and as I rounded a corner, a familiar face caused me
to pause and look again.

A short, rather swarthy looking Hispanic man was sitting on a bench at the
end of the hallway where there are several monitors up on the walls, all
playing various porn clips.  What caught my attention at first was his almost
grossly over-developed chest, which was out of proportion with the rest of
his body--which reminded me of a man my ex-wife & I were once acquainted with.
He had a hand under his towel while he was looking up at the monitors,
manipulating himself.

As I paused, and examined his face further, I abruptly realized who the man
was.  He was a widower, having been married to a morbidly obese woman who
had passed away several years ago due to the complications of diabetes.

While my ex-wife & I knew his wife fairly well (his wife and my wife had
attended the same church) I had never really known Joseph all that well.  He
was possessed of a quiet and retiring personality and spent a great deal of
time working out and lifting weights in their garage.

Once or twice while we were having dinner at their home, Joseph invited me out
to the garage to "get away from the chatter of the women," and to have me spot
him on the weights.  Joseph could lift a lot of weight (how much, I've since
forgotten) and he had a thick chest with powerful arms.  His flanks were thin
and his hips and legs were skinny and not developed.  At that time, Joseph
was working in construction and he told me he needed to build up the strength
in his chest and arms for the work he was doing.

I stood for a moment longer, debating whether or not to approach Joseph.  I
had not seen him in a long while and wanted to find out how he was managing
after the death of his wife.  But I didn't want to startle him or cause him
embarrassment either.

But at any rate, it was too late.  Joseph glanced in my direction and he
instantly recognized me.  He nodded at me slightly, then moved his head in
a short motion, indicating he wanted me to approach.  His hand remained under
the towel he was wearing, still moving around.

I strolled up to him and smiled and said "Hey Joseph," and I glanced up at
monitors.  Various scenes were in play, mostly ass-fucking but one or two
scenes of oral were in progress as well.

Joseph didn't reply to my greeting.  Instead, with his other hand, he briefly
parted his towel and I saw a glimpse of a sizable penis, quite thick with
a broad, blunt head and a heavy looking scrotum underneath with neatly
trimmed pubes.

I felt my face flush a little as Joseph rearranged the towel to cover himself
up again.  I never would have imagined the grave and quiet Joseph to be so
forward.

Joseph removed his hand from his stiff cock, and then stood up, looking into
my eyes as he did so.  Then he reached out and took my hand, inclining his
head that he wanted me to follow him, so we moved down one of the longer
hallways and stopped at the door of one of the rooms on the south side,
near the door that let out onto the pool area.

Joseph unlocked the door to the room and let me in, then he followed and
closed the door once again.  The room was dimly lit with a small light
in the ceiling.  Joseph turned me to face him, then he tentatively kissed
me, his tongue probing between my lips as he did so.  He smelled of mint
and soap, so delicious.

Joseph nuzzled my ear, and bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispered
"Face down, on the bed.  I'm going to fuck you."  Then he tugged my
towel off and laid it at the end of the bed before removing his own
towel.

I took in his nudity, my own cock stretching out in front of me, then when
he nodded at the bed, I did as he asked, stretching out on the bed face
down with my legs spread.

I heard the snap of a lid being opened on a plastic bottle, then felt a
slim finger penetrate the tight opening of my ass.  Joseph carefully took
his time to stretch out my hole, swirling lube in and outside the opening,
then he mounted me and settled.

"I've wanted to fuck you since the first time we met," Joseph murmured
into my ear, as I felt the blunt head of his member probing in and around
my ass.

"Go slow," I asked in a quiet voice, "It's been a really long time."

"Don't worry," Joseph breathed, "I'll let you get used to it."

In the same breath, I felt the head of his cock breach my hole.  It was
really thick, and I felt a cramp and a burn as he pushed an inch or so
inside of me.

"Fuck," I gasped, "Wait up a sec," and I shifted my ass away from him a
little while squirming from the discomfort.

Joseph patiently waited for me to settle, which I did after a few seconds.
I pushed tentatively back towards his cock, and felt more of it penetrate
inside of my ass and I groaned involuntarily as he thickly entered me all
the way.

"God, you're tight," he breathed, "Feels so good man, being inside of you."

Joseph began thrusting, slowly, deliciously slowly.  I felt every inch move
inside, then withdraw.  For several long minutes, Joseph kept up the gentle
rhythm, and I felt my ass loosening up a bit as I accepted his thrusting
and silently willing him to thrust deeper, to go faster.

As if reading my thoughts, Joseph picked up the pace and soon he was
plunging his full length into my ass, in and out with full bore strokes
grunting as he did so.  I was soaking up his powerful thrusts, spreading
my legs and angling my ass to ensure he could slam all the way inside of
my as far as he could.

Soon, all too soon, I could Joseph's cock thickening even more, and his
breath started coming in ragged gasps.

"I'm gonna bust inside of you," Joseph gasped, "Is that okay?"

"Yeah man, do it," I replied, spreading my legs even further.

I felt Joseph's cock slam into me and then he paused, and I felt one,
two, three strong jerks from his cock as his semen jetted inside of me,
and I started coming as well, as the sensation of his cock filling my
ass and his spurting seed pushed me over the edge.

"Wow," I breathed as presently Joseph withdrew, and drew me inside his
strong arms and I nestled against his chest.

We lay together for another 15 or 20 minutes, and then we got up,
showered off and went and sat by the pool for another hour or so and
got caught up with each other's lives.

It turned out Joseph had always known he was gay, but had married because
it was expected of him and he didn't want to go against the wishes of
his family.  But now he was free, as I was, to live his life the way he
wanted.  This was Joseph's second visit to Flex, and he never expected
to run into me--but he said he was very glad we did meet.

We've made plans to meet again--outside of Flex, and I'm sure we will
pick up our friendship again and build upon it.  I don't think we're
long-term relationship material--but never say never.


~Finis~
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